Chapter 127 Double Flower "Hong Fist, divide and measure!"
Yin Xiu and Hong Sheng used exactly the same moves, and they were almost the same in terms of momentum and strength.
The fists of both sides collided, making a thunderous sound.
Then the two of them took a few steps back, each of them put their colliding fists behind their backs, and tried to look as natural and calm as possible on their faces.
The fierce battle lasted for nearly a hundred hands. Both sides had exhausted a lot of their physical strength and attention. The opponent had almost seen every punch, kick, and move.
There is no chance for trickery anymore, all that is left is strength, speed, and a competition of wills.
Hong Sheng put his hands on his hips with a rather disdainful look on his face.
"Yin Xiu, where did you learn the Hong Fist technique? I just think it's superficial and has no connotation."
Yin Xiu rolled his eyes, "Martial arts are for use. What kind of connotation does it require? It's about saving face. Do you think it's a cultural performance?"
"Humph!"
Hong Sheng squeezed out a sneer from his nostrils. He had long been accustomed to the harsh words in Yin Xiu's words and had become immune to them. He would not be as angry as he was at the beginning.
Taking a deep breath, Hong Sheng's body glowed red, and it became even more unsettling when it fell in Yin Xiu's eyes.
The luck bonus of the Double Flower Red Stick is unique.
This is not a permanent or fixed position. In the past few decades, someone may be able to bear the title of Double Bonus Stick at some time, or the title may be vacant.
Just like the so-called martial arts supreme, this is the recognition of a person by all the prefixes in Hong Kong and Hong Kong, which means that you are the most capable of hitting among all the red sticks.
Perhaps like Nangong Baixing, it is recognized that the Maoshan Celestial Master who has been canonized also has some kind of blessing of dragon and tiger luck, but few people have the chance to see the specific weather.
But it doesn't mean that whoever defeats the original owner will be the new double bonus stick. Even if you defeat the original title holder, you cannot inherit that position.
Yin Xiu came to this final not just for luck.
For him now, the location of the Feng Shui Corpse has been figured out, and he no longer needs to defeat Hong Sheng to get closer to Fourth Master Jin to figure out the location.
But some things don't actually need to be driven by many interests and conditions. Just like his confrontation with Hong Sheng, now it is more to verify some of his own ideas.
Cultivating Taoism is the same as practicing martial arts. When you see a high mountain, how can you resist climbing it? Moving their feet, Yin Xiu and Hong Sheng crossed their legs, with their toes touching each other's heels, forming a horn-like posture, fists touching fists, shoulders touching shoulders, exerting their respective powers within a square inch, without taking a step back.
Thirteen frowned as he watched in the VIP room on top.
She was very surprised that Hong Sheng had been fighting for so long with an unknown person who had never been known in the world before.
Although the emperor's matches in the Kowloon boxing ring were more explosive than the last, in her opinion, it would be difficult for a person who has never experienced fighting in the arena and whose fists are lacking some blood to fight against Hong Sheng.
If today Hong Sheng is locked in a battle with any of the four powerful men in Hong Kong and Kowloon, she will understand.
But the opponent's Bagua 64 hand looked like it was obtained from a prosthetic body. It lacked the essence, but it was still invincible in a hundred or ten rounds, which surprised Thirteen.
"Brother Sheng has improved a lot in the past ten years, but I didn't expect Yin Xiu to be so difficult to deal with."
Chuan Bao and Da Sang stood under the stage, both holding a cigarette in their mouths and looking at the stage with blurred eyes.
Da Sang took a puff of cigarette, frowned and said: "When I heard that there was a new prince in the Kowloon boxing ring, I never thought it was Brother Sheng. After all, there are eight out of ten people with the fancy name of prince in a year. I can’t remember it.”
Kuanbao nodded, "You can't control your grooms and ladies. You don't like to watch things like beatings and killings. How can you know what's going on here?"
Da Sang glanced at him with complicated eyes, "You already knew this?"
Kuanbao chuckled and shook his years ago, he and Da Mang Bu returned to this sister and that man's subordinates. When they were just young boys, they were under Hong Sheng's command and acted as his right-hand man.
When Hong Sheng became famous, he was on the double-flowered red stick and sat on the throne of the second marshal. Both of them were present, just under the stage, submerged in the crowd.
"I was still young and ignorant at that time. I felt that Brother Sheng was so majestic. I beat those bastards who jumped on the street until they looked like pig heads."
Chuanbao chewed on his cigarette, his eyes shining brightly.
"He is really my only idol since childhood. When everyone sent him away at the dock, everyone cried, but I didn't cry. I just stared at him, hoping that he would , Use these eyes to remember all his heroic spirit and never forget it."
"pick!"
Da Sang blushed, "I didn't cry that day, right? You forgot! The No. [-] typhoon signal was hoisted that day, and all the boats on the pier were pushed to the shore. The rain was like knives, going straight to the eyes. Fill it with water!"
"Okay, okay, just think I was wrong, you didn't cry, it was because the rain was too heavy!"
Kuanbao waved his hand and refused to argue with him.
In fact, it was indeed raining heavily that day. The typhoon could blow away pedestrians on the road. All ships had stopped sailing. Let alone going to sea, even walking on the road for a while was full of dangers.
But they had no choice. The patrolmen would not wait until the rain stopped before arresting people. They had a death order. They had to catch Hong Sheng regardless of life or death.
Therefore, Mr. Hong spent 40 to ask the shipping king Li to brave the stormy waves to take Hong Sheng away from Hong Kong Island.
As if recalling something, Da Sang suddenly said: "I heard that Ship King Li is dead. He died last month."
"How did you die?"
Da Sang glanced at him and said, "He drowned. It was a cloudless day. He was hit by a wave just after he got on the boat. When he was picked up again, he was already swollen."
"Well, die well."
Seeing the complicated look in Da Mang's eyes, Kuan Bao added: "It's better to die at sea than to die of illness or being hacked to death. I remember the day when the No. [-] typhoon signal was hoisted, everyone's body was full of blood just watching the boat swaying. He was trembling, but Ship King Li was laughing, and his laughter almost drowned out the sound of the wind."
Kuanbao pointed to his ear, "I still remember it."
After the two were silent for a while, Da Sang cleared his throat.
"You said Brother Sheng won't come back sooner or later, but he's coming back now. What do you mean?"
Kuanbao glanced at the other party and said calmly: "What do you think it means?"
After a pause, Da Sang couldn't help but said: "Of course I'm back to fight for a seat at the restaurant. Is it to visit relatives?"
Chuanbao clicked his tongue and was very dissatisfied: "What are you fighting for? This seat belongs to Brother Sheng. He has done so many things for grandpa, shouldn't he be the seat?"
Da Sang bit his cigarette holder, seemingly torn, and then slowly said: "You know, Thirteenth Sister is my boss, she will definitely support her godfather..."
"I know."
Kushibaku interrupted.
"It doesn't matter if you don't recognize Brother Sheng, the old boss. Once he waves the flag, I don't know how many people will come back to him, and you won't be the only one left."
"only……"
He glared hard at Dasang, who had a worried face on his face, "I made a promise first, I will kill anyone who blocks the way."
(End of this chapter)